2Pac - Fuck Em All

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Fuck all you muthafuckers Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up (Verse 1: Tupac) Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers When they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie killer Affiliation with death row Niggaz get their caps pealed back Fool this the west coast Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin' Got a Mercedes for these tricks That thought I quit Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack I'm smokin' bud in the back I wait for niggaz to trip Cause bitch I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug nigga With love niggaz I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to zines Writing raps and movies I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me So Fuck em' all (Chorus) (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (Verse 2: Kadafi) Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats I'm addicted to these streets Like crack is to these creeps Seein' visions of a prison Wake up screamin' in my sleep Is there a heaven in this hell A possibility of livin' well But if they killin' me I get my stripes and whose to tell Choosing to sell I'd rather die and be deceased World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets (Verse 3: Edi) Now put your muthafucking hands up If you'se a rider (ride) Niggaz ain't killers So they hidin' Why? Fuck em' all, touch em' all That's the way that we do it Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it Man I'm as strong as this game Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi) A young high strung thug nigga Created by pain Livin' my life in the fast lane Gettin' fucked by the past Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass So fuck em' all (Chorus) (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger Affair, yeah (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to Call me (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get Comfortable, I'm runnin' you (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we Thuggin' (Verse 4: Tupac) I got glad bags with enemies Cut up so they remember me Soaked up in Hennessey So they relatives know it's me You can bet your last dollar I'll dick em' and holla Ridin' these hoochies Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas Jump up and get your ass shot up For the profit pick my glock up I'm bustin' in self defense ya see Poppin' nobody got em' Holla Outlaw riders Mash up on the gas pedal Vacate the scene Count the cash and stash the precious metal Here come the coppers The swat team and the helicopters Them crackers is crazy Why? Cause they'll never stop us I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger Bust some body in the movie Now I want to do it too Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through True to the game I claim Outlaw riders We give a fuck what they try I'm... (Verse 5: Young Noble) Cause